Live broadcast: I set off a craze for national style

Chapter 53 Papermaking, Interviews

Su Cheng said a series of arrangements.

Tang Tang on the other end of the phone frantically found a pen and paper to record, and asked for some details while writing.

After a while, the two finished talking one by one and memorized it by the other.

"Master Su, then I will do as you arranged."

Su Cheng lay back on the bed, "Okay, just do it this way. I will talk to Xuewei. Oh, by the way, when she is not here, you can call me if you need anything."

hang up the phone.

Su Cheng stared blankly at the roof with a dazed expression.

He really didn't expect a premiere ceremony to open up the market of Qingfeng Courtyard.

After thinking about it, she still didn't call Hua Xuewei. She had just arrived there and probably had a lot of things to deal with.

He can still solve the current problems of Qingfeng Courtyard. According to the arrangement just now, he should get through it smoothly.

After contemplating for a moment, making sure there was nothing wrong, I turned off the phone and went to sleep.

It's just that it doesn't matter if he fell asleep, but the popularity of nirvana and rebirth on major websites has soared.

In particular, someone edited together the scenes of Mo Xingya in the sideshow of "Xian Dao Cun Xin" and the live broadcast of the premiere.

Such a comparison.

In the tidbits, it looks like the back of Nirvana bathed in blood, and at the premiere, it looks like the figure of tomorrow's morning glow.

Even though they are the same person, they show completely different styles.

Many netizens rushed to the Weibo account of "Xiandao Cunxin" to leave messages, urging it to be released quickly.

Many netizens also flooded into Mo Xingya's personal account, and the 20 fans quickly climbed to one million.

Of course, the most exaggerated one is Su Cheng's comment area, almost all of them are praises, and there are also messages from many celebrities, saying that they look forward to cooperation.

the next day.

Su Cheng got up from the bed early in the morning. After washing and eating, he turned on the live broadcast.

Without mentioning what happened yesterday, he took down the steamed paper mulberry bark from the clothes drying rack.

"Everyone, today we will start making paper."

"Later, the bark of the tree will be cut into pieces with a knife, and then it will be ground into fine wool in a stone mortar, so that it can be used."

Su Cheng controlled the drone and adjusted the angle. He brought the stone mortar he bought from the corner of the yard, and took out the kitchen knife from the kitchen.

Netizens in the live broadcast room watched his busy figure quietly, and started barrages curiously.

"Brother Su, can you make paper today?"

"There won't be any long-term steps, right? It has been more than ten days since the tree was cut and barked."

After everything was ready, Su Cheng moved a small horse to sit by the well, because there was a flat bluestone slab beside the well, which was easier to operate.

He placed the soaked bark on the bluestone board and began to smash it with a wooden hammer.

"There are no long-term steps today, and everyone should be able to see the finished paper in the afternoon."

Su Cheng smiled while knocking.

The audience also breathed a sigh of relief after listening.

Soon, he knocked the bark into long flat "wood chips" and stacked them together, and then began to cut them into pieces with a kitchen knife.

……

at the same time.

A convoy came to the intersection at the foot of the mountain, and a dozen men and women with long guns and short cannons got off the car one after another.

These people look very young, and they are carrying some professional shooting tools.

"Miss Xiaoyuan, why did the station ask us to interview an anchor this time?"

"Isn't it a bit too much?"

A young man who just got out of the car and was squatting on the ground fiddling with equipment raised his head and asked.

As soon as these words came out, the dozen or so men and women nearby all looked at the young girl in charge. Although they didn't speak, their eyes were full of curiosity.

Su Xiaoyuan was adjusting the interview microphone, when she heard this, she turned around and said with a smile, "Actually, the station has wanted to interview Master Su for a long time."

"Some time ago, the station prepared a new program called "The Glory of Tradition"."

"Master Su's research on traditional skills is quite profound, so Taili intends to invite him to participate in the first episode of the program."

"That's all right, let's stop talking, hurry up and see if there is any problem with the equipment, if there is no problem, let's go." Su Xiaoyuan clapped his hands after a simple explanation, looking quite vigorous and resolute.

After hearing the explanation, a dozen or so young people did not dare to delay.

After all, the station is preparing a new program, if it goes wrong, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep my job.

A dozen or so people carried long guns and short cannons, and headed straight for Qingfengguan.

At this moment, Su Cheng had just cut the bark of the paper mulberry tree, stood up and poured the cut pieces of paper mulberry bark into the stone mortar.

"Everyone, the next step is the last step before beating."

When the netizens in the live broadcast room heard it, they immediately regained their spirits.

"I went and waited for more than ten days, and finally it was the last moment."

"Brother Su, let's start. I can't wait to see the finished paper. Is it the same as what we usually use?"

"It's probably different. I remember Brother Su said before that the paper made in this way may have impurities."

Su Cheng glanced at the barrage and found that someone asked if he could wipe his butt. He immediately shook his head and laughed, "The paper I make is not toilet paper. Don't get me wrong."

As he said that, he raised the wooden hammer and smashed it, and the sound of bang bang resounded through the small courtyard.

The micro-drone adjusted the angle to clearly capture this scene into the live broadcast room.

While chatting with netizens, Su Cheng vigorously swung the wooden hammer.

Visible to the naked eye, the bark fibers in the stone mortar gradually become fine velvet.

boom!
Just when he hit the hammer again, Su Xiaoyuan and the others also arrived, and there was a knock on the door.

Su Cheng didn't know that it was a reporter's interview. Holding a wooden hammer in both hands, she turned her head and looked at the door suspiciously.

"Everyone, I'll go see who it is."

Putting down the wooden hammer, Su Cheng walked to the door, mumbled and took off the wooden peg.

Just when the door was opened, I was shocked.

A dozen young men and women stood at the door, pointing their guns and short cannons at him.

"You are..." Su Cheng looked a little stiff.

Su Xiaoyuan quickly showed a decent smile, "Master Su, hello, I'm Su Xiaoyuan, a reporter from CCTV. If I bother you, I mainly want to conduct an interview with you."

After Su Cheng listened, he glanced around the dozen or so people in front of him and then relaxed. However, before he could speak, the netizens in the live broadcast room became excited.

"What the hell?! Brother Su is amazing! There is even a CCTV interviewer?"

"I'll go. Although yesterday's premiere was extremely popular, it was at best an entertainment movie. It wouldn't attract CCTV, would it?"

"I'm curious too, but my gut tells me it might not be that simple."

Just when Su Cheng was confused, Tang Haidong and Fatty Wang, who were diving to watch the live broadcast, were also stunned.

Old Tang gnawed half of the fritters and fell to the ground without noticing, "Damn it, Big Orange isn't really the protagonist of Destiny, is it? How the hell can this attract CCTV?"

Fatty Wang was nestled on the sofa and wanted to see Su Cheng's foolishness. He was sure that someone would come to interview Su Cheng today, but now he was the one who was stunned.

"This, why is this, why did CCTV come here?!"

"Where's the entertainment tabloid?!"

"My king, Fatty, refuses to accept it!"

Su Cheng came to his senses, hurriedly let the door open, wiped his hands, and said with a smile: "Then what, come in, I'm preparing to make paper, I don't know you are coming, come in, come in and sit down."

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